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Letter from the future
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,623
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Letter from the future
Heads up: I’m not English so please have understanding with my writing.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: May update more as I write.
Summary:
It’s the sixth year. Having recently gone back to Hogwarts Harry feels like it’s going to be an awfully quiet year considering Voldemorts back. He has jet to make a move. But oh how wrong he is. A chocking visit and a cryptic message foreseeing the future turns everything around. Now He has to decide how, and if, to follow the letter to save the wizard world and maybe even his own life.
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Ch 1: Double trouble
“Stop stuffing your mouth so full before you speak, Ron.”
“I’mff soffy!”
Hermione sighed at her friends bad manners.
Harry was glad he at least apologized, that way preventing Hermione to go on further.
It was now two weeks in on the sixed term. Harry sat contemplating over, how much and how little, things had changed.
Sirius was gone and he had been sent home to the Dursley’s as always, all the while he had to deal with his own grief. Things were just as always at the Dursley’s. They didn’t bother him as long as he didn’t do too much noise. He just stayed in his room anyway. He didn’t want their company anyway, what did they understand? Sirius was just a murderer to them. Yes! He eventually came to term that there was nothing he could do to change things, but that didn’t stop the hurt.
Voldemort was back and now was a real threat. Soon they would have to take this to the battleground. But still nobody seemed that fazed with it, after all how could Harry Potter be right that he was back if there was no escalation in attacks?
No! All seemed fine. Now back at school after a quite summer, everything was the same. Even his friends constant bickering started up, two days in, to everyone’s annoyance. At least everyone ells didn’t have to be around them twenty-four-seven. God! He just wished they could go fuck in a broom closet and get it over with.
The slytherins was the same annoying bunch, fore better or worse.
Harry was drawn from his musing by noises coming from outside the great hall. Almost everyone had been alerted to it now and kept an eye on the oke doors. Whatever it was it was coming closer and closer. Harry thought it sounded like someone coming running up the stair now. In the corner of his eye he saw some off the teachers getting up.
Suddenly the doors flu open and in came a guy. He could hear gasps going through the crowed and seconds later new why. The guy in the door turned his way. The goblet on Harry’s hand feel to the floor, he sat there staring for an eternity before he got up and approached the guy, it really just was a fu seconds. ‘I’m dreaming! This is just a dream!’
In the door stood...Him!
It was Harry himself standing there but still not. This Harry was a bit more fit, which would have been much harder to see, if not impossible, with his baggy jeans and to big t-shirt from Dudley. His other self was wearing tight black jeans, an equally, if not even tighter if that was possible, green t-shirt and a black leather jacket of all things. The hair was different to, where his had gotten long and looked like he had put an electric mixer to it. This Harry had cut it fairly short. A bang of hair in the front was long enough to cover his scar and the rest had some kind of product to it making it get all spiky. On a later contemplation he realised he looked a little like an anime character.
Harry saw something shine around his neck. ‘A time turner!’
“It’s impossible! They were all destroyed.”
“I don’t have much time. It’s caching up.” His double drew a letter from his inner pocket. “In it its sees all you need. You need to change it.”
“Change what? This can’t be real! They were destroyed.”
“No! This is the last.” He clutched the time turner in his hand. “You’ll find it in the place where it’s hidden, take two paces back. Reach with your hand were the hand cannot reach. Look for emerald and you will find.”
“I don’t understand...”
But he never got any farther for the future, which he now realised he came from, self clutched at his stomach will slumping forwards a bit. He let out a pained breath. Trough his hands there started sipping out blood and soaking down his t-shirt. He stared in horror at his future self was dying in front of him.
Whit a raspy forced breath he choked out “Save him!....save him!” As the future Harry fell to the ground, he faded away before he hit the floor.
Harry just stood there looking to where he would have fallen. He was still clutching the letter in his hand.
“Harry..?” Hermione approached slowly. Harry still jumped when she put her hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed.” He could hear her hesitation to upset him more. He let her guide him from the hall.
He paid no mined to the rest in the hall, even if he did he would only hear silence as everyone still was to process what had happened. The way back was like a haze. He vaguely could here Ron trudging behind by his distinct walk but he was to confuse to process it.
“Go to rest Harry!” Hermione said as if taking to an upset child.
“No!..His words...I...I need to write them down.” Hermione didn’t even object, she probably thought it best to have it done so she could get him faster to bed, she knew how stubborn he could be, she just fetched him a quill and a parchment.
Harry wrought himselfs words to him, what he thought to be a way to find the time turner. He didn’t bother with taking of his clouds, just his shoes, just lay down on his side staring in to the wall. Hermione and Ron left the room for the common room. It took a long time before he was able to fall asleep.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: May update more as I write.
Summary:
It’s the sixth year. Having recently gone back to Hogwarts Harry feels like it’s going to be an awfully quiet year considering Voldemorts back. He has jet to make a move. But oh how wrong he is. A chocking visit and a cryptic message foreseeing the future turns everything around. Now He has to decide how, and if, to follow the letter to save the wizard world and maybe even his own life.
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Ch 1: Double trouble
“Stop stuffing your mouth so full before you speak, Ron.”
“I’mff soffy!”
Hermione sighed at her friends bad manners.
Harry was glad he at least apologized, that way preventing Hermione to go on further.
It was now two weeks in on the sixed term. Harry sat contemplating over, how much and how little, things had changed.
Sirius was gone and he had been sent home to the Dursley’s as always, all the while he had to deal with his own grief. Things were just as always at the Dursley’s. They didn’t bother him as long as he didn’t do too much noise. He just stayed in his room anyway. He didn’t want their company anyway, what did they understand? Sirius was just a murderer to them. Yes! He eventually came to term that there was nothing he could do to change things, but that didn’t stop the hurt.
Voldemort was back and now was a real threat. Soon they would have to take this to the battleground. But still nobody seemed that fazed with it, after all how could Harry Potter be right that he was back if there was no escalation in attacks?
No! All seemed fine. Now back at school after a quite summer, everything was the same. Even his friends constant bickering started up, two days in, to everyone’s annoyance. At least everyone ells didn’t have to be around them twenty-four-seven. God! He just wished they could go fuck in a broom closet and get it over with.
The slytherins was the same annoying bunch, fore better or worse.
Harry was drawn from his musing by noises coming from outside the great hall. Almost everyone had been alerted to it now and kept an eye on the oke doors. Whatever it was it was coming closer and closer. Harry thought it sounded like someone coming running up the stair now. In the corner of his eye he saw some off the teachers getting up.
Suddenly the doors flu open and in came a guy. He could hear gasps going through the crowed and seconds later new why. The guy in the door turned his way. The goblet on Harry’s hand feel to the floor, he sat there staring for an eternity before he got up and approached the guy, it really just was a fu seconds. ‘I’m dreaming! This is just a dream!’
In the door stood...Him!
It was Harry himself standing there but still not. This Harry was a bit more fit, which would have been much harder to see, if not impossible, with his baggy jeans and to big t-shirt from Dudley. His other self was wearing tight black jeans, an equally, if not even tighter if that was possible, green t-shirt and a black leather jacket of all things. The hair was different to, where his had gotten long and looked like he had put an electric mixer to it. This Harry had cut it fairly short. A bang of hair in the front was long enough to cover his scar and the rest had some kind of product to it making it get all spiky. On a later contemplation he realised he looked a little like an anime character.
Harry saw something shine around his neck. ‘A time turner!’
“It’s impossible! They were all destroyed.”
“I don’t have much time. It’s caching up.” His double drew a letter from his inner pocket. “In it its sees all you need. You need to change it.”
“Change what? This can’t be real! They were destroyed.”
“No! This is the last.” He clutched the time turner in his hand. “You’ll find it in the place where it’s hidden, take two paces back. Reach with your hand were the hand cannot reach. Look for emerald and you will find.”
“I don’t understand...”
But he never got any farther for the future, which he now realised he came from, self clutched at his stomach will slumping forwards a bit. He let out a pained breath. Trough his hands there started sipping out blood and soaking down his t-shirt. He stared in horror at his future self was dying in front of him.
Whit a raspy forced breath he choked out “Save him!....save him!” As the future Harry fell to the ground, he faded away before he hit the floor.
Harry just stood there looking to where he would have fallen. He was still clutching the letter in his hand.
“Harry..?” Hermione approached slowly. Harry still jumped when she put her hand on his shoulder. “Let’s get you to bed.” He could hear her hesitation to upset him more. He let her guide him from the hall.
He paid no mined to the rest in the hall, even if he did he would only hear silence as everyone still was to process what had happened. The way back was like a haze. He vaguely could here Ron trudging behind by his distinct walk but he was to confuse to process it.
“Go to rest Harry!” Hermione said as if taking to an upset child.
“No!..His words...I...I need to write them down.” Hermione didn’t even object, she probably thought it best to have it done so she could get him faster to bed, she knew how stubborn he could be, she just fetched him a quill and a parchment.
Harry wrought himselfs words to him, what he thought to be a way to find the time turner. He didn’t bother with taking of his clouds, just his shoes, just lay down on his side staring in to the wall. Hermione and Ron left the room for the common room. It took a long time before he was able to fall asleep.